The Labor enquirer., 1887-05-07
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Newton with the metaphor Of Mahomse
He left behind him in the Esst voedo
great as the Pyramids, at Tilsit he taught
majesty to emperors, at the academy of
sciences he answered Leplace, at the cQun<
oil Of state he held his own against Merlin,
he gave a soul to the geometry Of one an5
to the sophistry of others, for he vas .
legist. with theslawyers, sidereA with ~
astronomers. Like Cromwell, blowing
out one of two candles, he went TO tie
temple to bargain for a curtain tassel; b
saw everything, knew everything, but
that did not prevent him from laughing
heartily by the cradle of his newborn sun.
And, all at once, startled Europe listened.
armies set out, parks of artillery rolled
along, bridges of boats were thrown ovef
rivers, clouds of cavalry galloped in the
hurricane, and shouts, bugles, and the
crashing of thrones could be heard all
around. The frontiers of kingdoms oscil-
lated on the map, the sound of a superhu- !
man sword being drawn from its. .scabbard
could be heard, and he was seen standing
erect on the horizon, with CLEAN in his
hand, and splendor in his eyes opening
in the thunder his two wings, the grand
army and the old guard. He was the
archangel of war"
ALI were silent, and Enjolras hung his
head. Silence always produces to some
extent the effect of acquiescence, or q
species of setting the back against the
wall. Marius, almost without drawing
breath, continued with increased enthusi-
asm:
"Let us be just, my friend! What
splendid destiny it is for the people to be
the empire of such an emperor, when that
people is France and adds its genius to
the genius Of that man. To appear and
reign; to march and triumph; to have as
bivouacs every capital; to select grena
diers and make kings of them; to decree
the downfall of dynasties; to transfgure
Europe at double quick step; to feel when
you threaten that you lay your hand on
the sword-hilt of COP; to follow in one
man Hannibal, Cesar and Charlemagne;
to be the people of ruler who accompa-
nies your every day-break with the bril-
liant announcement of battle gained;
to be aroused in the morning by the guns
of the Inyalides; to cast into the abysses
of light prodigious words which are eter-
nally luminous-Marengo, Arcola, Auster-
litz, jena and Wagram!-to produce at
each moment on the zenith of centuries
consultations of victories; to. make the
French emperor pendant of the Roman
empire; to be the great nation, and give
birth to the great army; to send legions
all over the world, as tho mountain sends
its eagles in all directions to conquer, to
rule and crush; to be in Europe a people
gilt By glory; 10 -seund Titanic flourish
of trumpets through history; to conquer
the world twice, by conquest and by
amazement-all this is sublime, and what
is there greater?"
'To BE FREE" said Combeferre.
Marius in his turn hung his head. This
simple and cold remark had traversed his
epical effusion like steel blade, and he
felt it fainting away with him. When he
raised his eyes, Combeferre was no longer
present; probably satisfied with his reply
to the apotheosis, he had left the room,
and all, excepting Enjolras, had followed
him. Enjolras, alone with Marius, was
loking at him gravely. Marius, however,
having slightly collected his ideas, did not
confess himself defeated, and he was in all
probability about to begin afresh upon
Enjolras, when he suddenly heard some
OhC bihklAH Oh thC otoilSoSS' ~ "oS ON.~A
beferre, and this is what he sang:/
Isl Caesar m'avait donne
La gloire ct la guerre, 4
Et quill me fallut gutter
L'amour de ma mere,
Je dirais au grand Cesar;
Reprends ton sceptre ct ton char,
Jaime mieux ma mere, que!
Jaime mieux ma merew
If Caesar should grant me
His bright crown of Glory
And forked sword of War
And bid me, my MOTHER,
As price of the guerdons
To cease loving thee,-
I'd hand back to Caesar
His crown and his falchion!
Let him give to another
The gift he thus burdens;
My MorHER-I love thee,
love thee, l LOVE THEE.
B.o.H.
The tender and solemn accent with
which Combeferre sang this couplet i'm
parted to it species of strange grandeur.
Marius, with his eye pensively fixed on the
ceiling, repeated almost mechanically
my motheri"
At this moment he felt Enjolras' hand
on his shoulder.
"Citizen," he said to him, "my mother is
the REPUBLIC.
vIcroR HUGO.
Free Soup.
"Be thankful for even this"
Boston Traveller